Welcome to the blog of Stuart Pritchard, serial writer, editor, adventurer, killer. Fortunately, only proof of the first three actually exists.

From this point on this small corner of the wretched hive of scum and villainy we know as the internet will be filled with past examples of my work, my thoughts and my desperate attempts to encourage people to commisson me to write for them, asking only a sack of cash in return.

I’ve been a journalist since I can remember, thanks to a recent head injury, but in my time I have also been a Bingo Caller, HMV assistant, regular Police Line-up stand-in, and paperboy.

Still reading? Want to know more? Want to read more? Are you mentally unwell? Well, good for you. I applaud this kind of behaviour. So read on, brave eye-user, my fine, hand-chiselled words await you, hewn from the very coalface of lifestyle journalism…


2 Responses to “Home”

  1. Pamela Cooke nee Pritchard 06/10/2012 at 22:54 #

    Wish I’d kept the birthday and christmas cards you sent me as a teenager full of aliteration, puns and just general made up nonsense and ramblings of someone with much too much time on their hands.

    • stuartpritchard 07/10/2012 at 20:26 #

      Yes, they could have been worth, quite literally, pennies one day! Say if I’d gone out on a shooting spree or something…

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